His mouth shut like a box when he had said this， and in the great silence of that cave the children felt that they would not dare to speak again. The bare feet of the gnomes， padding on the deep moss， made no sound. There was no wind， there were no birds， there was no sound of water. There was no sound of breathing from the strange beasts.
When they had walked for several miles， they came to a wall of rock， and in it a low archway leading into another cavern. It was not， however， so bad as the last entrance and Jill could go through it without bending her head. It brought them into a smaller cave， long and narrow， about the shape and size of a cathedral. And here， filling almost the whole length of it， lay an enormous man fast asleep. He was far bigger than any of the giants， and his face was notke a giant‘s， but noble and beautiful. His breast rose and ll gently under the snowy beard which covered him to the aist. A pure， silver light （no one saw where it came from） ested upon him.
“Who’s that？” asked Puddleglum. And it was so long since nyone had spoken， that Jill wondered how he had the erve.